There once was a girl born into a cruel and imperfect world
But at the time she was pure to perfection
The world had its toll and it yearned for her soul and not
for a good intention
She grew and she grew and in her heart knew that many a
souls were broken
She knew of a man who gave more than his hand, but gave his
life to heal the broken
Because of this love she flew like a dove to the open world
around her
She tried to spread his love, but was given back mud and soon
it became too much to handle
She made many a mistake collecting more mud on her plate, to
the point she was willing to gamble
She knew of this mans grace, but was scared and started to
race too many steps in the wrong direction
Instead of running towards grace she ran the opposite way, from the things she felt she didn’t deserve
She lost her direction in strive for perfection, an objective
she knew could not be obtained
She freely gave grace to others passing her way, knowing he
had done this all together
But when it came to her own she was as hard as stone and
couldn’t grasp it was given for
her
Who could love this dove that had become covered in all of
this mud, that every time got up to try proved a failure
She knew it was true for others, but for herself could not
uncover this gift that had been so freely given
So she waits for the day she can make her way to the
realization,
That this man paid her dues not because she has clean shoes, but because
he loves her as she comes
In spite of all her mud and imperfections.
